The moon rises from the centre of her eyebrows,
The eyes that perceive this moonlight,
Will never suffer blindness,
Go on enjoying her splendid beauty,
Go on looking at her moonlit face,
As long as you pass away in her beauty
But how can I see the splendour of her,
Unless she lifts the veil from her face,
If her face shines over my heart like the flaming sun,
The two worlds will be undone,
Tonight in the holy space of her divinity,
I heard from her ruby lips her joyful song,
Without words, in the language of sweetening music,
That filled my heart with immense ecstasy
Mykoul
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